"A fast-paced, suspenseful dystopian picaresque, part Huck Finn and part bizarro-world Swiss Family Robinson..."
---Kirkus
Long-listed for the Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award and finalist for the Crawford Award. Title short story listed for the 2000 O. Henry award.
Without getting into too much detail, and without debating the merits of Colson Whitehead’s new novel (which I haven’t read), I really thought this review by Glen Duncan of Whitehead’s new novel Zone One to be truly appalling. We can see the rhetorical gambit taken right in the first sentence, which he carries through through [...]
Sun, October 30 2011 » Fiction » 1 Comment
(a sort of companion piece to “The Men”) The Myth An empty picturebook contains a rhetorical question Would you buy a hole if you knew it was haunted Joes arise from the flank They have phones they have axes It’s a pretty decent crowd They knock the wind out A red limb points out: The [...]
Sun, October 16 2011 » Poetry » No Comments
From We are the 1%, bitches The new “black is the new white” meme among Republicans is that low taxes are good-except if you’re one of those lazy freeloading 47% of Americans who don’t pay income taxes. Then you’re a grifter, and poor, and you’re not paying your fair share, and deserve contempt. This ignores [...]
Fri, October 14 2011 » Polis » No Comments
My wife and I are expecting twins sometime in December, a boy and a girl. I am so ready and thrilled for them to come, but at the same time feel spectacularly unprepared. This unknowing and slight abyssal edge (What are we getting ourselves into?!) is probably healthy. I know my life will change irrevocably, [...]
Sun, October 9 2011 » Life Studies » No Comments
“Attending to the language of my fellow human beings, I believe that many of them would never use the word “creator” but feel themselves very much included in the word “creation.” That something lies before us, a cosmos outside ourselves, makes us strangers to the world that is produced and administered and at home in [...]
Sun, October 9 2011 » Polis, Religion/Logos » No Comments
I had written this poem in the spring, but it seems apropos to post it now… WHY WE’RE NOT IN THE STREETS weighed down by November snow these pines have broken my child is not an open book snow falling on an iceless lake this is the secret salt lights lead up the cabin stairs [...]
Sun, October 2 2011 » Poetry » No Comments
